MALE:
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Good my lady, I have heard it said
that thou dost possess a beauteous singing
voice. Do tell me, my lady, how such a lowly
varlet as myself may come by such a voice. |
FEMALE: |
Oh, my lord, a pleasant voice is not
to be had by mere learning. 'Tis a talent;
one must needs be born with it. |
MALE:
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(He slumps) A talent, sayest thou?
Why, then, be there no hope for me? |
FEMALE: |
Nay, good sir, I meant only that one
cannot learn a beauteous voice. I cannot
teach thee that, but I ~ teach thee to sing
better. |
MALE:
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Wondrous! By your leave, madam, do
teach me! |
FEMALE: |
To begin, sir, thou must learn to
breathe correctly. Draw in thy breath,
deeply. |
MALE:
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Like so? |
FEMALE: |
Aye, 'tis well. Now, thou must use
this breath to propel thy voice, and sing as
though thy voice box were in thy belly. |
MALE:
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How now, in my belly? |
FEMALE: |
Aye, in thy belly. I dare say I am
in for a shrewd labour , but I shall make a
better singer of thee, yet. |
MALE:
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Oh, my lady, 'tis no use! I fear I
am destined to remain a most heinous
bellower. |
FEMALE: |
Marry, sir! Be not so glum, Come,
let's away to my house and I shall prove
thee wrong! |
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